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A smile for a smile.

Onni greets it happily, her own eyes turning up slightly with delight as the stallion takes notice of her. In the intensity of whatever search this was, the General had been approached with little care to quiet her steps. The shaman thought as protector of this place, maybe he should be more attentive, but the girl could not resist finding it quite pleasing she had managed to keep her light footing after more than a year of distancing herself from battle. Some habits never die in a warrior, she supposed, not that anyone aside from that peculiar boy Knox knew of her former history with battle.

His golden eyes reflect the light which radiates out from her coat, two beacons in a sea of night. They are widened slightly, as though surprised to see the healer, though Onni hazards a guess that is not why he is shocked. Few had noticed her newly acquired glow, and therefore, it stands to reason Midas would not have known either. His politeness wins out, though, and Onni shyly looks toward the ground about the same time his own eyes turn away. An awkward amount of attention being displayed upon her, such that she is not used to it. A modest creature, Onni is not used to being stared at.

His explanation comes soon enough, and Onni flicks an ear sideways uncertain at the mention of gold hunting. She did not know gold could be preyed upon, though it stands to reason some might seek to collect it. The material shone like the sun whenlight crossed its surface, something Onni admired greatly. "I might be able to help," she says quite sheepishly. A walking lantern, the girl would make the gold flakes glimmer within the crimson dirt as they walked.

The explanation for his activities comes despite the fact that Onni would never question Midas's motives. Her pale face looks surprised for a moment, looking closely at the general, before turning her head back and grasping the strange pouch from between her wings carefully, not wanting to wake the small bird nestled beside it. With a clunk, the shards of metal fall toward the ground, shining in the ethereal light of her body.

"Would you be able to fix this?" she asks, hopeful, her sky eyes wide. "It is a..." What had Voltaic called it? Onni appears to stumble on the word before finally taking a guess. "A sword?" She thinks, tilting her head. "It belonged to my beloved mentor."
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